Blood

Come, come, come, come, come Come, come, come The more I run, the farther away it seems What is green is always more than a yard away Art is a mean meditation, staring at a blank screen In between what we mean and the things we say Come, come, come Come, come, come, come Come, come, come, come I gotta stay one step ahead of a losing game I'm a slave to the pages I throw away To create, complicate, it's the same damn thing Once it's made, I'm too good to appreciate So I try to put a little piece of myself in Keep the pretty people listening Keep in mind all the negatives and positives Charges floatin' around the audience I'm biting my tongue But the words don't come I'm bi-, b-b-biting my tongue Oh, but the words don't come Come Come, come, come, come Come, come, come It's in the air, it's in the atmosphere I can hear but I can't tell what it's telling me Too many sides to a story, all these colors and shapes I'm afraid if I love it they won't agree Come, come, come, come Come, come, come, come Come, come, come, come Come, come, come, come Art is love, love is work It hurts to give yourself to it Art is work, work is love Reminding us why we do it Art is love, love is work It hurts to give yourself to it Art is work, work is love Forget yourself for the music So I try to put a little piece of myself in Keep the pretty people listening Keep in mind all the negatives and positives Charges floatin' around the audience I'm biting my tongue But the words don't come I'm bi-, b-b-biting my tongue Oh, but the words don't come Come Come Come